A foodie,
Ate two plates of junk food.
Got a big stomach.
Went home,
To be scolded by his mother.
He said-“Sorry Ma, I ate too much junk food.”
His mother forgave him,
But as punishment his pocket money,
Was slashed to zero.
Adios!
A Foodie.
Month: December 2019
Into A History.
Into a history,
A historian,
Wrote a big comment.
Into a history,
A historian,
Met a geography teacher.
Into a history,
The historian forgot,
Which was right or wrong.
Into a history,
A bird let out a rhythm,
Which told him,
It’s the song of the creator,
Not the rhythm,
Which you are searching for,
As it is still to be found.
Adios!
A Blushing Bird.
A blushing bird,
Flew around its nest.
It found a ball,
Which was blue in colour,
And said to be the best.
A blushing bird,
Flew around the sky.
It touched a mountain,
Found a river,
Sang a lullaby,
Watched a tower.
The blushing bird,
Went back to its nest,
Cuddled its kids,
Gave her love to them,
Prayed to God Almighty,
And slept peacefully in its cozy bed.
Adios!
The Sun Could Dance.
The sun could dance,
With all its might.
It would go around with its wife Mrs. Sun.
The sun could dance,
And we all would feel his love,
It would be
a sight in the eons to come.
Adios!
The Village Bread.
The village bread,
Is something really delicious.
It is unknown to the people of urban cities.
A bread made in a hut,
By a mother,
Who is sweating in the oven heat,
Tastes much better,
Than the fancy ones made in fancy styles,
And thousand times better than those which,
Don’t mean or have any relation with bread,
Yet, are called so.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 